Month: October 2015

He stoops to madness:
Minds hunching within minds
Under moons of scratching doubt
Carved out on restless days
Like the artist whose muscled form
Surely leaned over to
Peer out over his subject
In the solitude of dreams
Night on night
On night.

Oh but his eyes turn and gaze,
Eyes eyes eyes
Obscured within the sneering shade
To wade through horizontal night
Smeared black and white across the
Soul-etched map as minds are
Slivered, charcoal-grazed
By sudden shock of sanity.

Lost in his turning, or we
In this eternal night of
Questioning grey,
The descending lamp of thoughts
Awakens the hushed abyss,
Seething with a knowing hiss.